Nostalgia comes in nuggets, too.

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June 25

2012.
There are the glorious ‘Oh-my-God-I-can’t-believe-I’m-here’ moments — like my first dive, my first time to see a whale shark, my first sunrise while perched upon the peak of a mountain.

Save for a lucky (or brave?) few, these moments hardly count as everyday things. But I’m grateful to have some of them. These are the nostalgic doses that save me on days when I find pounding endlessly at the keyboard utterly senseless, when I try to fight against jadedness and having an irrelevant life. Almost with a sigh, I recall these and go, ‘At least I got to do that.’

Then there are the moments where in the most mundane things, I find bliss that’s almost overwhelming. Like having the perfectly fluffy scrambled eggs for breakfast. When the gods of the traffic lights and train schedules smile upon me. When someone says ‘You look great!’ at the most unexpected moment. These are the times that make me go, ‘Life is perfect.’